Fanfic
So I wrote my first GS fic today... I'm so proud of myself for actually finishing it ='D I think I have carpal tunnel in my left wrist now, though.
Title: ...Idk. Someone make something up.
Rating: G
Pairing: K/A (of course.)
Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff
Prompt: So, we had a post a while back with Klavier singing "Sexy back" to Apollo.
Anon wants Apollo singing "Every time We Touch" by Cascada to Klavier.
Bonus points is Trucy puts him up to it since Apollo would never be that forward on his own :P. But, if anon wants to make forceful!Apollo anon is fine with that too! Please fill this!!
And now, the fic starts.
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The bet was simple. If Phoenix wore the same sweatshirt all week, Apollo would win, and he could make Trucy do whatever he wanted. If Phoenix changed, then Trucy got the pleasure of making Polly do whatever she told him to do. It really was a simple bet, and as the week went on Apollo was sure that he'd win.
But on Friday, Phoenix came out of his room wearing a brand-new sweatshirt.
"You lose, Polly!" Trucy cried. She repeated this phrase over and over again, in singsong no less, for five minutes. Then, she finally figured out what it was that she wanted to make Apollo do.
"Polly, you have to sing to Mr. Gavin!"
"WHAAAT?!" Apollo was shocked. He had no idea where she got the idea from, or why she decided to make him do that. And he couldn't sing to save his life. "Why do you want me to do that, Truce?!" he asked shrilly.
"Because, Mr. Gavin is always singing for people. I think someone should sing for him, just once. And who better to do that than you, Polly?" She was right. Klavier would be more than thrilled to have someone sing for him Especially if it was Apollo.
"Well, what should I sing. I don't know any of his songs..." Apollo admitted shyly.
"You'll sing whatever song is playing on the radio right now." Trucy turned on the radio, and in Apollo's mind, the song that was playing was the worst song to be playing at that moment. It was a mushy, cute love song that was being sung by a girl.
"I-I can't sing that!"
"Oh yes you can, Polly. And you will."
Later that evening, Apollo showed up at Klavier's door with a sour look on his face.
"So, Forehead, Trucy tells me that you're going to be stealing my trade tonight? I never pegged you as a singer."
Apollo face turned red with fury. *Trucy called him?* he thought. *Why, why did that scheming little brat have to go and call him?*
"Well, whenever you are ready, dear, I'm all ears," Klavier said with a smile, as he flopped down onto his purple leather sofa.
Apollo was a nervous wreck. He was shaking, his fists were curled up into balls, his brow began to sweat, and he felt like if he even tried to sing, nothing would come out except for squeaks. But he knew that he had to go through with it, now that Klavier knew that he'd been dared to. If he didn't, neither Klavier or Trucy would ever let him live it down. So slowly, he began to part his lips and made a quiet, small sound.
"I s-still hear your voice when you sleep n-next to me..." He was stutter like mad, and his voice cracked a few times. "I s-still f-feel your touch in my d-dreams..."
Klavier chuckled. "You are a horrible singer, Forehead. Might I recommend sticking to your day job?"
"Fine then," Apollo shouted frustratedly. "If you're just going to make fun of me, then I'll be leaving now. Goodbye."
"Ah! No, wait. I was only joking, dear." Klavier chuckled again. "Even if you are horrible, I still love it. Just project a little more, I'm having trouble hearing you."
Apollo sighed, for he thought that he had gotten out of it. He reluctantly turned around and started to sing again, this time slightly more audible.
"Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling. And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly. Can't you feel my heart beat fast..." Polly continued the chorus, when Klavier stopped him again.
"And what exactly is the feeling you get, Herr Forehead?"
Caught off guard, Apollo blushed like crazy, his whole face turning bright pink. "W-well..." he started, "it's kind of like a tingly feeling. It starts in my chest, and then works it's way through my arms. Then it hits my stomach and legs, and I feel like I'm going to fall down. Finally, it reaches my head and I suddenly can't think straight anymore. After that, I just have to be held by you..."
Klavier smiled, and got up from the couch. He touched his boyfriend's cheek, and gently kissed him. "Baby, you are the most adorable person in the world." Apollo got that tingly feeling that he just described when Klavier said that.
"Uhm, thank you, Klavier..."
"I hope you'll sing for me again soon, my little Forehead."
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I hope you all like it. C&C is appreciated beyond all belief.
Title: ...Idk. Someone make something up.
Rating: G
Pairing: K/A (of course.)
Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff
Prompt: So, we had a post a while back with Klavier singing "Sexy back" to Apollo.
Anon wants Apollo singing "Every time We Touch" by Cascada to Klavier.
Bonus points is Trucy puts him up to it since Apollo would never be that forward on his own :P. But, if anon wants to make forceful!Apollo anon is fine with that too! Please fill this!!
And now, the fic starts.
**********
The bet was simple. If Phoenix wore the same sweatshirt all week, Apollo would win, and he could make Trucy do whatever he wanted. If Phoenix changed, then Trucy got the pleasure of making Polly do whatever she told him to do. It really was a simple bet, and as the week went on Apollo was sure that he'd win.
But on Friday, Phoenix came out of his room wearing a brand-new sweatshirt.
"You lose, Polly!" Trucy cried. She repeated this phrase over and over again, in singsong no less, for five minutes. Then, she finally figured out what it was that she wanted to make Apollo do.
"Polly, you have to sing to Mr. Gavin!"
"WHAAAT?!" Apollo was shocked. He had no idea where she got the idea from, or why she decided to make him do that. And he couldn't sing to save his life. "Why do you want me to do that, Truce?!" he asked shrilly.
"Because, Mr. Gavin is always singing for people. I think someone should sing for him, just once. And who better to do that than you, Polly?" She was right. Klavier would be more than thrilled to have someone sing for him Especially if it was Apollo.
"Well, what should I sing. I don't know any of his songs..." Apollo admitted shyly.
"You'll sing whatever song is playing on the radio right now." Trucy turned on the radio, and in Apollo's mind, the song that was playing was the worst song to be playing at that moment. It was a mushy, cute love song that was being sung by a girl.
"I-I can't sing that!"
"Oh yes you can, Polly. And you will."
Later that evening, Apollo showed up at Klavier's door with a sour look on his face.
"So, Forehead, Trucy tells me that you're going to be stealing my trade tonight? I never pegged you as a singer."
Apollo face turned red with fury. *Trucy called him?* he thought. *Why, why did that scheming little brat have to go and call him?*
"Well, whenever you are ready, dear, I'm all ears," Klavier said with a smile, as he flopped down onto his purple leather sofa.
Apollo was a nervous wreck. He was shaking, his fists were curled up into balls, his brow began to sweat, and he felt like if he even tried to sing, nothing would come out except for squeaks. But he knew that he had to go through with it, now that Klavier knew that he'd been dared to. If he didn't, neither Klavier or Trucy would ever let him live it down. So slowly, he began to part his lips and made a quiet, small sound.
"I s-still hear your voice when you sleep n-next to me..." He was stutter like mad, and his voice cracked a few times. "I s-still f-feel your touch in my d-dreams..."
Klavier chuckled. "You are a horrible singer, Forehead. Might I recommend sticking to your day job?"
"Fine then," Apollo shouted frustratedly. "If you're just going to make fun of me, then I'll be leaving now. Goodbye."
"Ah! No, wait. I was only joking, dear." Klavier chuckled again. "Even if you are horrible, I still love it. Just project a little more, I'm having trouble hearing you."
Apollo sighed, for he thought that he had gotten out of it. He reluctantly turned around and started to sing again, this time slightly more audible.
"Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling. And every time we kiss, I swear I can fly. Can't you feel my heart beat fast..." Polly continued the chorus, when Klavier stopped him again.
"And what exactly is the feeling you get, Herr Forehead?"
Caught off guard, Apollo blushed like crazy, his whole face turning bright pink. "W-well..." he started, "it's kind of like a tingly feeling. It starts in my chest, and then works it's way through my arms. Then it hits my stomach and legs, and I feel like I'm going to fall down. Finally, it reaches my head and I suddenly can't think straight anymore. After that, I just have to be held by you..."
Klavier smiled, and got up from the couch. He touched his boyfriend's cheek, and gently kissed him. "Baby, you are the most adorable person in the world." Apollo got that tingly feeling that he just described when Klavier said that.
"Uhm, thank you, Klavier..."
"I hope you'll sing for me again soon, my little Forehead."
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I hope you all like it. C&C is appreciated beyond all belief.